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He was the victor of the day, and of course was entitled to the best place. We were all straggling along, but without any great intervals between us, so that the two were not able to get away as they had done on Saturday evening, but they talked, and I heard Miss Westonhaugh laugh.
The old man in the chair spoke up first. "Luke Westonhaugh," he announced. "Very good!" responded the lawyer. "Hector Westonhaugh," came from the thin man. A nod and a look toward the next. "John Westonhaugh." "Nephew?" asked the lawyer. "Yes." "Go on, and be quick; supper will be ready at nine." "Eunice Westonhaugh," spoke up a soft voice.
Griggs, are you very busy?" "Oh dear, no nothing to speak of," I went on writing the unprecedented folly the blatant charlatanism "Mr. Griggs, do you understand these things?" Lord Beaconsfield's "I think so, Miss Westonhaugh" Afghan policy There, I thought, I think that would rouse Mr. Currie Ghyrkins, if he ever saw it, which I trust he never will.
"Are you wishing by the new moon, Mr. Griggs?" she asked. "Yes," said I, "I was. And what were you wishing, Miss Westonhaugh, if I may ask?" Isaacs came up, and paused beside us. The beautiful girl stood quite still, looking to westward, a red glow on the white-gold masses of her hair. "Did you say you were wishing for something, Miss Westonhaugh?" he asked. "Perhaps I can get it for you.
Griggs," said the young lady, "and make it wind up with a tiger-hunt. You could lay the scene in Australia or the Barbadoes, or some of those places, and put us all in and kill us all off, if you like, you know. It would be such fun." Poor Miss Westonhaugh!
Here you and Miss Westonhaugh have been calmly planning an extensive tiger-hunt, when you have promised to be in the neighbourhood of Keitung in three weeks, wherever that may be. I suppose it is in the opposite direction from here, for you will not find any tigers nearer than the Terai at this time of year." "I do not see the difficulty," he answered.
"This," said he, "contains the final injunctions of Anthony Westonhaugh. You will listen, all of you listen till I am done or I will not only smash this bottle before your eyes, but I will keep forever buried in my breast the whereabouts of certain drafts and bonds in which, as his heirs, you possess the greatest interest. Nobody but myself knows where these papers can be found."
"I confess," said Miss Westonhaugh, "that my ideas about Mohammedans are chiefly the result of reading the Arabian Nights, ever so long ago. It seems to me that they treat women as if they had no souls and no minds, and were incapable of doing anything rational if left to themselves. It is a man's religion. My uncle says so too, and he ought to know."
Old Smead had now his audience before him in good shape, and his next words were of a character to make evident the purpose of this meeting. "Heirs of Anthony Westonhaugh, deceased," he began in a sing-song voice strangely unmusical, "I congratulate you upon your good fortune at being at this especial moment on the inner rather than outer side of your amiable relative's front-door.
I don't mean that at all. Ha! ha! ha! very good, very good. No, no. Lord Steepleton wants us all to go on a tiger-hunt to amuse John, and he proposes ha! ha! really too funny of me that Miss Westonhaugh should go with us." "I suppose you have no objection, Mr. Ghyrkins? Ladies constantly go on such expeditions, and they do not appear to be the least in the way." "Objections?
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